Today I was the only one who turned into work in costume. I knew I would be because I work with a bunch of misery guts and that was really the point.

Us English folk hardly ever properly celebrate the holiday, while Canada and the US clean the floor with us. Despite the enthusiasm of a few pockets of people here and there, this is a sad thing so this year I am trying to fly the flag. One kitten whisker at a time.

Did I walk to work in full make-up? I did. Did people stare? They did.

Did people laugh and get a kick out of my cat face? You’re gosh darn straight they did and that’s all that matters to me. I don’t mind being the joker.

Tonight I intend to head home, eat my body weight in Halloween goodies and watch a few trashy horrors for good measure. It’s not the most exciting All Hallow’s Eve ever planned but I am thoroughly looking forward to it.

“So, what have you been up to, Christa?” – asked absolutely nobody (except you, Ems. You asked!)

I have neglected my duties as a good blogger by not keeping my readers up to speed on my life. I do have to sit down and really think about what I have been doing because it doesn’t feel like much.

Any spare time I have I fill with reading, having coffee out and hanging with my main bitches. Oh, and being tattooed with wonderful colourful designs that make me happy.

Sometimes I mix it up by actually going out on a Weekend Night (the thing I most hate doing, so many people!) but that has and never will be a regular thing as I am a homebody at heart. I just want to nest in comfortable lounge wear, is that too much to ask?

Some of you may be aware that this year I took a rather strange ‘skill’ on the road and actually considered myself a semi-pro for a small but solid period of time. I don’t want to bore you with too much of the saga but I will say that it’s a strange feeling when you start to feel as if something you really love to do is about to become a real thing and then… doesn’t.

My lovely friend, and fellow blogger Emma of Umbrella Weather** and I have recently been lamenting the nature of blogging. Although in our brief correspondence neither of us have come up with any firm answers, it has got me thinking a lot about the subject and my motive behind it.

I have come to the earth-shattering conclusion that my only objective has been to entertain my handful of readers (including my mother) and when I can, exercise my adoration of the English language. Nothing wrong with that obviously but I am not sure how much I have genuinely been blogging for myself and this is a sad thing.

I want to feel proud of what I write, not embarrassed a few days later.

So, like Emma, I am trying on a lot of different skins until I find the one that is most like me. It may take me a while but that is the beauty of blogging after all.

My next post is going to be a ‘What I’ve been doing’ affair since I haven’t really been keeping anyone in on that. I’ve basically been hibernating a lot, reading the Millennium trilogy and wishing that I lived in Sweden.

Isn’t it funny how easy it is to tell another person how good they are, how they should never sell themselves short; to truly believe your own feminist manifesto on behalf of another woman, then ignore it all for yourself?